People are dying on the pillar, and there is no misery at the beginning

Chapter 244 Extra Volume:——Two Years and the Fireworks Conference
……

boom!
Ji Guoyansheng was wearing lavender loose casual clothes, his eyes were glazed over, and he fell heavily.

"Brother!" Seeing this, Yuanyi subconsciously cried out worriedly.

aside.

"Hey, are you okay?" Shang Quannai was sitting next to the chessboard, holding a dry branch, and poked the fallen Ji Guoyansheng casually:
Yansheng just stared at the ceiling, muttering to himself constantly.

Shang Quannai raised her brows, moved her ears, and approached slightly to eavesdrop.

"...This one... can't win..."

"My life...is a complete failure..."

"what…"

The hoarse voice whispered weakly.

Seeing this, Shang Quannai slowly withdrew his eyes.

He glanced at the ceiling.

Well, not surprisingly, this figure is hidden on the beams of the house.

——Iwakatsu's ninja.

The figure seemed to have noticed Shang Quannai's eyes, and quietly moved his figure inward.

Really keep vigilant all the time, and it has been another 15 years.

Thinking about it, Shang Quannai looked at Ji Guoyan Sheng.

Yansheng, this guy, probably got used to this state over the years.

——unwilling.

Although I don't know what he is thinking in his heart now, but it seems that he is much more relieved than before.

At this time,

Snapped!
A pair of hands slammed on Ji Guoyansheng's shoulders, making him subconsciously support Yao.

"Cheer up! Don't give up!"

Purgatory and Shoulang's eyes were burning with hope and passion, and he shook Ji Guoyansheng's shoulder vigorously:

"Come on! Uncle!"

"If you just give up like this! How can there be any hope of winning!"

"?"

Ji Guoyansheng's puzzled and displeased eyes turned sideways, meeting those of Purgatory and Shoulang.

"…you…"

He raised his eyelids, glanced at the conspicuous hair color of Purgatory and Shoulang, and frowned slightly:
"Is that guy Renjuro's son?"

"That's right!" Purgatory and Shoulang replied loudly.

Snapped!
Hearing the affirmative answer, Ji Guoyansheng rubbed his forehead, his hair was a little messy, he sat up and grabbed the clothes on the shoulders of Purgatory and Shoulang.

creak...

Standing up, dragging Purgatory and Shoulang by the collars, he was about to leave the room.

Ji Guoyansheng stared straight ahead, his face expressionless:

"Just right, come and practice with me."

Seemingly thinking of something unpleasant, he curled his lips:
"whispering sound."

Purgatory and Shoulang, who were slowly being dragged away by the back collar, showed no surprise expression, but instead became excited when he heard the words "practice".

Snapped!Raise your clenched fists vigorously:
"Oh, good!"

"Let's spar!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Purgatory and Shoulang folded their arms, laughed happily and heartily, and were dragged away slowly like this.

sand--

His laughter got farther and farther away, and finally he could only faintly hear it.

Sitting on the same spot, Ji Guoyuan watched the direction the two left and did not speak for a long time.

Then, he slowly put down the chess piece he was holding.

"Brother, please be gentle."

Ji Guoyansheng's displeased voice came faintly from a distance:
"Ah, I got it, I got it."

next to the chessboard.

When Zaomen Jin and Kimura heard the words, they looked at each other, looked at each other in blank dismay, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva in fear.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

The two whispered:

"...Pray for Kazuro."

"…Um."

……

The "leisurely" daily life seems to go on.

The members of the ghost killing team, as time goes by, the number of tasks is also decreasing, but the number of members is increasing.

As a result, the frequency of assignments per person will become extremely low.

Most of the current team members are the descendants of the previous generation of team members, and those who joined the ghost killing team because their family members were killed by ghosts accounted for a minority.

The rest are some old backbones.

Things seem to be moving in a good direction.

But when Sumire Kamodo and the others received the mission again.

But after a long time.

……

……

Time flies, time flies.

Two years later.

morning.

In Jiguo's mansion.

An empty lot.

"Breath of Flame, One Type, Shiranui!"

Whoa-!
Wearing a white jacket and a black hakama, Purgatory Hejuro, holding a wooden knife that was burning with raging flames, rushed straight towards the boy with a cold expression in front of him.

"Hiss—!" A large amount of oxygen was compressed into the lungs!

Purgatory and Shoulang have firm expressions, and they seem much more mature than they were two years ago.

opposite.

The young man with a cold expression had his ponytail tied up and wore a snake-like purple haori. He watched Purgatory and Juro charge forward.

click.

The way he held the knife in his hand was slightly reversed, he lowered his wrist, and aimed the blade at Purgatory and Shoulang who were rushing forward:

"The breath of the moon · the shape of one."

His tone was so cold that others couldn't help feeling cold.

The young man raised his eyes, and there was already a faint resemblance of his father in his eyes:

"Dark Moon Palace of Night."

next moment!
Whoa-!
Purgatory and Shoulang had already charged in front of him with blades of flames wrapped around them!
The young man looked at Purgatory and Shou Lang's eyes full of confidence, his fair to sick complexion turned slightly blue, and his eyes narrowed slightly:
"If you don't hide."

"But it will die."

Swish!
The lavender moonlight Zhu Hua suddenly burst out from the blade in the young man's hand, like a river of stars flowing with the moonlight!
In an instant, the bright surroundings seemed to be dimmed!
Swish!
The beautiful horizontal cut instantly stopped in front of Purgatory and Shoulang who were rushing forward!

"Wow!" Purgatory and Shoulang stopped in time, he looked at the blade that was close at hand, subconsciously shouted and took two steps back.

Then, panting slightly, he put away the knife with a smile:

"Ah... I lost to you again."

click.

Hearing this, the young man standing across from him didn't show any surprise on his face. He put away his knife and stood with his eyes closed, as if he was absorbing something aftertaste.

The young man opened his eyes, nodded to Purgatory and Shou Lang, and then turned to leave.

aside.

The sound of clapping came.

clap clap.

A young man in his 20s, wearing a slender kendo uniform, was standing in the corridor with a pigtail tied behind his head. He smiled and clasped the young man:
"Clap clap clap."

"Well done, my dear brother."

Hearing the words, the young man raised his head, glanced at the young man, and his tone froze for a moment:
"...Big Brother?"

He pursed his lips, his face obviously became a little ugly, and even faintly darkened:

"Why, my lord...will come here today."

Hearing this, the young man waved his hands indifferently, and squinted his eyes:

"Of course it's to meet my lovely brother."

As he said that, he also made a helpless and sad expression, and said with a sigh:

"Ah~ It's a pity that the younger brother who took one brother at a time has become cold and not cute at all."

The young man raised his head, his expression and tone have returned to normal:
"Right."

The younger brother kept a cold face and didn't speak.

He just silently clenched the knife at his waist again.

These two are the sons of Ji Guoyansheng.

That is, the newborn baby who was held by Tsukuni Yayui, and the child who was held by her.

Today, 17 years later, the baby is 17 years old, and the child is 25, and will soon be three years old.

At this moment, the two brothers looked at each other silently.

call--

A gust of wind blew by, and only a few people moved with the wind changing their loose clothes.

The atmosphere became faintly uncomfortable.

"Oh! Then I won't bother you!" Purgatory and Shoulang saw that the situation was wrong, so he decided to run away:
"Goodbye."

After finishing speaking, he picked up his knife, turned around and jumped a few times, and left the Jiguo mansion.

The two brothers were left to confront each other in the mansion.

Afterwards, between lightning and flint.

pong!Ping!
The sound of blades colliding came from Ji Guo's mansion.

Purgatory and Shoulang stood outside the mansion, listening to the faint sound of gold and iron intersecting, and shrugged helplessly.

The two brothers were like this. When they met, it was like eating explosives. It was impossible not to fight.

"Huh... Fortunately, today's sparring has been done." He let out a breath and looked around:

"Now, go find Sumire and Kimura."

time flies.

Two years, gone in a blink of an eye.

Sumire Zaomen, Purgatory, Juro, and Kimura are all around 17 years old.

During the two years without tasks, the three did not relax.

On the contrary, by practicing with Jiguo Yansheng and Yansheng's two sons day after day, his strength has improved a lot.

It's just that in the trio, no one can be called a "pillar" in terms of strength.

Even Purgatory and Shoulang, who have the most outstanding overall strength, are still far from Zhu.

Through two years of observation, Shang Quannai also discovered it.

The relationship between Yuanyi and Yansheng brothers seems to have improved a lot.

At least it wasn't like before, when the two met each other as if they didn't know each other.

The environment of Forging Knife Village has also changed.

……

outside the village.

The iron forging knife.

This is a place surrounded by woods, and in the open space in the middle, there is a small forging workshop.

now.

Kimura was burying his head, looking for something in a pile of hand-forged parts.

"This is not... this is not..."

Sudden.

"Oh! I found it!" Kimura exclaimed, and suddenly straightened up from the pile of parts.

His face was already dirty with rust and oil, but Kimura didn't care, he held the parts in his hand with excitement.

Walk towards a standing iron human body structure.

click.

Installed the parts.

Kimura smiled at the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand, and slightly twisted the torsion wheel on the spine of the iron human structure.

"Click, click, click, click..."

With the sound of the collision and rotation of the gears, the iron human body structure slowly started to move.

Made a gesture of clenched fists ready to fight.

But only for very slow movements.

Seeing this, Kimura's eyes instantly turned red. He wiped off the oil on his face, happily raised his slightly trembling hands, and looked at Tie Qiao who was sitting beside him smiling:
"Ah...it worked!"

"Master Tieqiao! I succeeded!"

"Great!"

Tieqiao looked at Kimura's joyful appearance, and he nodded accordingly, and let out a sigh of relief.

It's a pity that Tie Qiao's doll manufacturing process, so far, has not been perfectly reproduced by any knife blacksmith.

--too difficult!

What Tie Qiao spent 20 years thinking about is definitely not something that can be successfully mastered in one or two years.

Even the very hard-working Kimura, in the past two years, has achieved the results - only being able to build the basic iron structure of the human body, and barely make it move easily.

But such progress is enough to make Kimura feel happy.

Just when Kimura was ecstatic and wanted to go down the mountain and go back to the village to share his achievements with Purgatory and Shoulang.

The crow named "Beihai Taro" flew out of his nest after a long absence.

And came straight to Kimura.

In the end, staying in the sky above Kimura's head, he shouted loudly:

"Kimura! Kimura!"

Kimura, who was running towards the forging knife village, staggered. He raised his head and looked at Beikai Taro, who was flapping his wings suddenly, with a puzzled expression.

At this time, Beikai Taro continued to shout:

"Kimura! The mission location this time! It's in Kii!"

"The location of the mission! Kii! Zhengdong! Let's go immediately!"

Hearing this, Kimura froze suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly.

Hokukai Taro... just said...

--Task? !

Have a mission? ! !

Kimura's expression changed from shock to ecstasy, he quickly rubbed his face and forced himself to calm down.

I have been on standby for so long, finally have a mission!

The corners of Kimura's mouth still curled up suppressed by his brain.

Then, he ran down the mountain road all the way.

As soon as he entered the forging knife village, he began to shout:

"Kazuro—! Sumire—!"

"There is a mission—!"

……

……

at the same time.

Ji Yi.

Town Street.

Suli Dojo.

This year is the beginning of the third year that Komaji entered the dojo.

Snapped!Snapped!
At this moment, Komaji was standing in the courtyard of the dojo.

"...today's weather is really nice." Komaji looked up at the clear sky, his pink eyelashes slightly narrowed, talking to himself.

He was holding a bamboo stick and beating the quilt to dry.

After a little more than two years, I have been training with Qingzang these days.

Komaji's physique has grown a lot.

It can already clearly support the original loose martial arts uniform, and even faintly see the strong muscles under the martial arts uniform.

Gives a great sense of security.

The hair has also become a hairstyle that is easy to manage and close to the board size.

What's more, he is now 17 years old, a young man in the developmental period, and his height is also rapidly rising under the condition of economical permission and adequate nutrition.

Compared with two years ago, it has been much higher.

"Hmm~" Komaji easily hummed the ditty he learned from Keizo.

at this time.

A girl's soft voice came from behind.

"Cough cough, Mr. Komaji."

Komaji was taken aback for a moment, turned his head suddenly, and looked behind him, his expression became a little dazed:
"Loving Snow?"

"Why did you come out...Be careful of catching a cold..."

However, Lianxue slowly left the corridor where she was leaning on, walked straight towards him, and tried to take the bamboo pole for beating the bedding from him:
"It's okay, Mr. Komaji."

"This kind of thing, leave it to me..."

She reached out to reach the bamboo pole in Komaji's hand, but because of the height difference, she couldn't reach it.

"…Eh?"

Lianxue suddenly felt a little ashamed, her face turned red instantly, she hung her head falteringly, and began to change the topic:

"I'm already able to move on my own, it's fine."

Komaji looked at Lianxue, her clear blue pupils reflected the image of her standing in the sun, slightly dazed.

--correct.

——Recently, isn’t it time for the fireworks display?

(End of this chapter)